Where the half lupine creature was able to read through the obscurity of the hunter's words, Serafina saw only certainty. She saw only the word 'no'. The young witch was far less sure of herself then she made herself out to be, often choosing to disengage in such supernatural activities all together. Serafina kept to herself and the only ability that she did have - the potions she was aptly capable of brewing. She often wished she was capable of something more, maybe then she might hold the confidence that those around her had. Her gaze slid away from him, a small frown upon her lips. Thankfully, the young girl hardly had much time to pout before the wolf lunged and the placidity of the near death situation became very chaotic indeed. The gun felt heavy and awkward within her petite hands. Although Serafina was never particularly opposed to death, she'd never done so in such a way that was so...upfront. Her pale grey gaze landed solidly upon the man and his innocent hands but unlike the hunter, she is not so keen to shoot simply because of what he was. She often needed a better reason to kill another individual - like money in her pocket.



Her eyes were intent upon the man in front of her, watching his hands for anything unexpected. She knew something was coming. She knew that this would still not end with him as the victim. "I'd rather you didn't." She commented in return, knowing all to well that his ability would come into effect the moment the man got onto his feet. That ever present frown marred her features as she watched him slowly bring himself to a stand. She knew that at any moment he'd disappear once more into a veil of speed, she knew he'd show up somewhere else, a place she had no ability to event attempt to prepare for. Half of her half expected to find his pointy knife skewered into her flesh the moment that he moved and immediately her finger went for the trigger, sincerely wishing he'd just stay put so the two could leave him peacefully. When it came she hardly expected it, even though she was anticipating his movement, her grey eyes widened ever so slightly, her attention falling to her immediate surroundings, searching for even the slightest sign of his appearance.



She felt his figure upon her back long before she saw his arms snake around her and immediately the young woman froze, her breath catching in her throat. She didn't like him behind her, she didn't trust him to not make an effort to end her life once again. Cautiously the girl released the gun at the sensation of his fingertips on her hands. His breath felt hot on his skin and then, before she could react, he was gone entirely. She turned around, surprised to find not a soul within the forest. She was alone....with that...rabies...dog...thing. The memory caused the young girl to turn her attention back towards the wolf who'd aggressively fetched the hunter's shoe, shaking the prize much like the dog she was. Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly as she watched her, offering only the slightest shrug at the canine's insistence. "Don't worry...I don't want it anyways." She maneuvered towards her bag, slowly bending over to pick up her bag of fallen loot. Serafina was about to turn and leave the scene and retreat back to the sanctuary of her shop when a small whine left the wolf's maw. A soft sigh left Serafina's lips but she hardly bothered to turn around. "Ugh, FINE. Come on." She commented, intending to heal the lupine if she could make it back to the Eastern side of town.

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